Thursday, January 23, 2025

It's early, I'm awake, and actually somewhat rested, so...

It's early, I'm awake, and actually somewhat rested, so... It's ramble time!

I often don't feel that I have the right to speak about LGBTQIA+ issues as a "straight" "female", but the fact that I'm not even comfortable calling myself "a woman" in this sentence speaks volumes to and about me. I was talking to a friend yesterday about hormonal stuff, and she said that getting her Testosterone levels checked because they might be too high was very gender-affirming to her and that she is "definitely a woman." And it just struck me during that conversation that I could never, with confidence and conviction, say "I am a woman." I realize due to my body type that women's issues, both physically and socially, affect me. But "I am a woman" just doesn't feel right to or for me.

I was raised as a female. A strong, independent, capable female - but a female nonetheless. I was expected to shave my body hair, wear make-up, style my hair, and wear traditionally female clothing. I'm not saying that any of that was wrong or damaging to me. But I am saying that at some point it started to feel like a costume, and as early as it felt safe to do so I began slowly taking it off.

I think the last time I wore a dress was around 6th grade graduation, or perhaps at an aunt's wedding, whichever came last. I wore skirts of my own accord into high school, but by graduation I was done. In fact, I almost didn't get to walk at my high school graduation because of my refusal to wear a dress or skirt.

In my 20s, (not surprisingly, once I was out on my own) I stopped shaving my body hair and shaved my head/kept my hair primarily short. Not everyone appreciated or accepted that, but I had never felt more comfortable in my own skin. I was thin, flat-chested, and dressed in baggier clothing featuring suspenders. Later, I ditched make-up entirely. I confused an old man once. I've personally never felt more gender-affirmed than when he asked me if I was "a little boy or a little girl."

Despite the fact that in my adult life I've been told many times by friends and family that I'm very black/white, on/off, in/out, I really have an appreciation for the middle. I always have. I have a childhood memory of learning the difference between boys and girls and thinking "Why can't I be both? Or neither?" I recall understanding gender norms at the time, in a "girls take care of the house and boys take care of the yard" sort of way, but I had no actual idea of the extent to which gender norms were enforced by society until later. It's a slow programming that begins at birth for most of us.

My point is that I accept that physically/hormonally I exist in an AFAB body and it's not very distressing to me because I can do enough customizing of it without surgery or HRT to feel "at home enough" in it. I can shun gender norms enough to be fine with the label "female."  But I understand that this is not everyone's experience. Sometimes taking off the costume of what society expects isn't enough.  Sometimes people need HRT and surgeries to feel like themselves - and that's ok. That is healthcare.

I'm on HRT to make my AFAB body function as comfortably and optimally as it can, not to transition. But would I be upset if I grew a little mustache? Gained more muscle? Nope, I would not be bothered. For all I know I might even feel gender-affirmed again (I've been pretty uncomfortable in my body since my 30s; I gained weight and grew larger breasts and I feel like I'm back in my "caterpillar is goo in a cocoon" stage, but anyway...). Until I find something that fits better, I suppose I'm good with being a gender non-conforming she/they.

If you take nothing else from my ramble/lived experience:

Imagine having to experience every day of your life in a costume. You never feel like you are seen as yourself. You're never comfortable unless you're at home or alone, where you can take the costume off. People can love the idea of you that you have presented, but not you because they don't actually know you. That is very inauthentic and damaging to your mental health. No one should be forced to live a lie just to be safe or accepted.

Gender-affirming care is healthcare!

Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Sweet boy. He loves his Papa.

Sweet boy. He loves his Papa.

He's not limping today, but still very unhappy with the ear cleaning and medicating.


We put this heated blanket on the table...

We put this heated blanket on the table near the window for the cats, but this is ok, too. 😂❤️


Our Chewy order came today.

Our Chewy order came today. We always get bones for the boys in it.

I wonder what Cub did with his... 😂


Tuesday, January 21, 2025

I have since been forgiven, but...

I have since been forgiven, but Cub was MAJOR upset with me earlier.

When Bear was initiating play with him is when Bear hurt his wrist. Bear was crying pitifully and holding his arm up, and Cub kept trying to play and was getting in the way of us checking on Bear. So I grabbed Cub by the collar and put him in the sunroom. He resisted - A LOT. He made it super clear that he didn't want to be put out there, but I made him go anyway.

After we got Bear checked and medicated, we let Cub back in. He wouldn't look at me or come to me. Shaun sat in the floor and Cub came to him looking SO SAD. Shaun was letting him be pitiful, petting him and asking if someone was mean to him. 😂 Cub eventually started giving me the side-eye. He was SO telling on me! 😂😂😂

I tried to call him again and he turned his whole body away, so I came to him to apologize. I petted him and eventually he gave me a kiss. Then I gave him a treat and I guess we're fine now. But I don't think he had a good day, either. He didn't get to "go" this morning, and then I rudely put him out when Bear got hurt.

We're just awful dog parents over here. 😂


He doesn't usually snore, but...

He doesn't usually snore, but he's had a rough day. He is crashed out.

He's got an ear infection, had to go to the vet (he's a homebody), they cleaned his ears, AND THEN once he got home he sprained his wrist and Cubba got upset with him over it. After that, we also had to medicate his ears.

He can't trust nobody today. 😂

He's just 100% done with all of us. Poor Bear. 😔

Bear just possibly sprained his wrist.

Bear just possibly sprained his wrist.

We gave him his doggy Ibuprofen and he's limping around.

He's having a bad day. 😞